something something about crowley shouting at his plants "you've disappointed me", "just couldn't cut it", "grow better", and something something about him shouting at jobs goats "god has abandoned you", "claims to love you, demands your praise", "given you up to be destroyed"
Almost unrecognizable when she becomes what he’s told her to be. To the rest of the world she is clear and concise. Everything made perfect sense and fit into pretty little packages tied with pretty little bows. He saw straight through it. His ability to pierce through the veil and peek behind her buttoned up front was uncanny. But he saw her for what she truly was. Sure she had the ability to have it all, be it all, and do it all. But what she really wanted, no, needed- was to be completely and utterly gone. Gone beyond recognition. His words wrapped around her and warped her perception. He purged her of every thought leaving behind nothing but pink. It was bliss. To be empty was her desire. Empty for him. Nothing. Sinking deep into nothing. “Watch me become nothing for you Sir. Turn me into your pink dreamy trance slut-the one you knew was in there this entire time.”
I think what's so endearing about watching you turn yourself into lard is that everything around you shrinks to accommodate. As you keep getting bigger, your world will keep getting smaller. And you'll get to be the centre of your own little self-indulgent universe
One day, you won't be able to leave the state- what airline could accommodate 600lbs of ass? What seat could you even afford when your whole paycheck goes straight to your thighs?
One day, you won't be able to leave your town. At some point you'll be too big to properly drive. How long before squashing your enormous frame into a car for longer than a trip to the drive thru becomes irresponsible? You might as well stay home
One day, you won't be able to leave your house. Do you really think you'd want to waddle further than your front door with so much food on demand? Do you think, when bending down to pick up the bag gives you chest pains, that you'd even be capable of that?
One day, you won't be able to leave your bed. Suckling a steady flow of liquid calories from a tube as you struggle to draw enough breath to expand your bloated chest- sitting up kinks the hose, and there's nothing worth seeing beyond the ceiling anyways
Getting fatter and getting off will be all that's left to you in the end. You'll keep growing, your world will keep shrinking